On the Verge of Lunacy

             Imagine yourself being in a dilemma of choosing the right paint and furniture for the interior of your new home. You want every piece of item to reflect your personality and style. But you don’t know how to go about it. You turn to an expert for help, and having faith his sense of style and expertise in the field, you let him do all the work. It turns out the colors the designer used consisted of bold clashing patterns that give you motion sickness.             Like interior designing, web designing produces good results if there is collaborative effort on the part of the designer and the client. It’s just like doing a business plan. Give the designer a profile of your business and your objectives for the project. Set the scope and constraints of the plan. And most importantly, identify your target audience.             Tell your d...

Ever since McDonald’s set the trend of fast food restaurants in 1948, there has been an upsurge to follow this drift toward faster and cheaper technology. Although cheeseburgers contain the caloric equivalent of an entire roasted pig, they sell because people can get them faster.             Today the idea of finding ways to do things faster and easier has led people to create technology from instant food to instant messaging. It’s no surprise to see such changes taking place as well in business. In fact some traditional procedures have become out-of-date because many businesses now function through emails and the web. In addition there is a new avenue that is emerging that can help a busy business person like yourself and it’s as easy as keeping a diary or a journal. It gives the benefits of both the use of personal emails and business websites.             Blogging is informal...

Title : Trash Panic or ゴミ箱 Gomibako Publisher: SCEA Platform: PlayStation 3 Modes: Single and two-player Trash Panic is different from most puzzle games because the player has to make the items fit in a limited space. Usually in most puzzles, the pieces are grouped together to make them disappear and provide more space for the other pieces that are dropped. Some good examples of this is Tetris and the classic brick game. This is not the case for this game. The size of the garbage bin in Trash Panic is uniform throughout the different stages of 3 modes that the player can choose from. The game will end when the player has dropped 3 undamaged items outside the bin. The next stage is unlocked once the player has compacted all the trash in the bin delivered by a yellow conveyor.The items delivered by a conveyor have different characteristics and the player must take these into consideration while disposing them. Some items are heavy objects that ...

As a long time enthusiast of video games, I think I would never be able to survive another year without it. I've been on a hiatus for seven years and I regret it. I missed a lot of good titles and it seems like I have wasted my time with other things. The first game I got hooked into was CounterStrike. I used to play with my high school female friends after school. We usually spent 3 hours at the Internet cafe challenging other players. I've never played with bots but with real people. One thing I noticed was the lack of females among the competitors. However, I went on hiatus because I cannot fully explain to my parents my need to get my daily head shots. It was only when I discovered that our personal computer had a handful of challenging real-time strategy (RTS) games that I rediscovered that passion. I was introduced to Generals by no less than my father. Next I tried Battle Realms and the old version of CounterStrike, but this time I played against bots. I love military ta...

Note: I wrote this for my fiance a few years back. I've also posted this at Writing.com before (see links). I am consumed by your love that was once only a spark of admiration. You set it afire and the tongues of flame, flames of longing and desire, took over me. Everyday that we get closer I burn with the desire to touch you, to kiss you. I want to look into your eyes so I can find my soul in them. My happiness I know I can only find in your arms. I know I'll be complete just lying beside you in bed and hearing your heart beat. There is a special connection between us. Something beyond our understanding. A force so strong it broke our shields of hatred, distrust and loneliness. A force that brought two lonely souls together. There is a music played especially for us. Take me and dance with me. Hold me close and let our bodies speak for our hearts. I see eternity in your eyes. And as I think of this, I can't help but ask myself if this is true because o...

I feel so sick and so alone. I need fulfillment but inside me is a parasite; eating my innards one by one. Little by little it becomes me and I become the parasite. The parasite took away my love for life and replaced it with pessimism and self-pity. I am disgusted of it but I can't get it out. I want to pull it out and clean my soul of its dirt. I seek consolation by blocking my emotions and denying the senses. Yet I wonder if numbness can make me stronger. Though it acts like a shield, it does not recognize what things are to be kept out. It imprisoned my soul. I feel like a box and within it are trapped voices. I feel like a book waiting to be read so that I may come alive. I am tired of locking memories in. I need to be in control of myself. I need me. I need my body and my soul back. I need to become human.

How much is a worth of a woman? How do you tag prices on her? by her physical beauty? by how good a cook she is? by her need for someone to protect her? by the satisfaction you get in bed with her? or by her vulnerability that makes you appear stronger? What is a woman to you? Should strength be measured by the use of the intellect or by compassion? Do women need to be in history books to be considered powerful? Are women just holes waiting for something to be inserted in them? Are women just the mothers of your children? Are wives just free houseserveants? If a woman is weak, why are you under her spell? Why is she worth fighting for? Is she just a prize of your manliness?

I sold my mother. Yes that's right, I sold her as a prostitute. She raised us alone, all sixteen of us. And she doesn't have a decent job. We had three fathers but they all left my mother when she no longer had any use to them. Mama willingly gave herself and sacrificed for us. There were nights when we would go hungry. The little kids would cry and cling to her while we grown-ups pretend to be alright. We live in a small nipa hut with no water and electricity so we have to use lamps every night. Mama would go on with her work just to get us through the day. And she has to send the big kids to school, too. But we cannot concentrate on anything with empty stomachs. Sometimes we would chop her up so we could have something to eat. But she always came back only to be eaten again. Mama is an attractive woman. Most of her customers are foreign men. She was abused and raped many times but she doesn't care. We children didn't care, we want food, that's all. Her su...

Photo taken by Cassie I watched you with awe and fear as your beauty and darkness excite my emotions. To the naked eye, you are a still object Silhouetted against an eerie background. But to my eyes, you seem to dance across the empty sky. Your light moves around the roundness of your body. Your pale yellow color accentuates the art of death beneath you. Your shape is like the Cyclops’s eye, staring out and lording over the mere mortals like us, who take time to rejoice in your beauty. You are the queen of darkness; a light to the somber side of the earth. As you ascend above the night sky, you transform into a harmless creature. Your white light becomes elusive. No one can ever tell which side is the real side of you. Whether it be good or bad, you have done wonders by your infinite silence, and unnoticed deceit, dear Moon.

Sad eyes that don’t twinkle wink back at me their sorrow and loneliness. Sad eyes that cry with no tears telling me to search for the light that never shone. Sad eyes weary, tired and lifeless try to hide the soul its desires and dreams Sad eyes their beauty fading in blind pretension and mashed bravery Sad eyes that don’t twinkle are enveloped in darkness as I close my sad eyes. Minnie the dog. Photo taken by Cassie.

I’ve got to get out of here! But I don’t like people from outside I hear murmurs inside my head, I’m getting crazier everyday. Someone’s at the door But he’s knocking at the opposite room. I’m locked in my seat But I don’t want to be free. This is my home, my sanctuary. And a prison, I should say. I see shadows sneaking behind closed windows. They’re branches, trying to scare you. A faint beating in my temples starts to annoy me. I hear myself talking from within. I touched the cold white walls And I felt colder inside. There’s emptiness in me; A void of consuming blackness beneath my consciousness. I shook off that feeling Of sudden loneliness, I felt that hollowness again. I looked in the mirror to examine my face And I traced the contours of a twisted, ruined flesh. I looked into the eyes that were staring at me I saw my future in a bleak and dangerous world. I stood up to test my legs and raised my arms to see if they’re still moving. Then suddenly I felt ...

Worth is synonymous with price. We have prices placed on our heads. Worth is not given to you by yourself. It comes from what others see in you. Worth. You cannot escape people, it’s them that place your worth in this world. ********** IN SE CU RI TY WI LL EA TA WA YY OU RS EL FW OR TH

Photos taken by Cassie The will that drove me to do things At first burned with a consuming flame But fear and rejection Smothered the conflagration. Mighty as it might have been I did not sustain it. Desire which never lasted made the heart weary of the future. In darkness the heart dwells. I walked blindly, guided by desire Only to be led to a dead end Where the last hope withered and died. Even the light that was once bright Was eaten away by darkness Darkness that grows and grows Which confusion has cloaked my heart. In fear, weakness overcomes the light But through darkness I know I exist There is no hope that I might come out Of that hole where light cannot escape. A hole that drags an already confused self Squeezing out every drop of its humanity And sucks everything that is worthy of life To transform it into eternal emptiness. Voices call out for mercy And pained hearts paint everything black In this tunnel where I walk I search for something to hold on, In infinite e...

Photo taken by Cassie Shrill cries of mortal pain have awakened the dead souls in hell. The metallic odor of the sticky red fluid stenched the dry plains. To the beat of the drums and the strange chant of the high priest, the people fall into trance and welcome their death. Blood for life. Blood for a year's harvest. Victims being maimed,burned, dragged, hanged and drowned litter the hungry earth. Headless corpses shake violently. Scattered limbs reach out for what was left of their dignity. The precious human skin is peeled off from its living owner. Blood for life. Blood for a year's harvest. Men become cattles,animals, useless sinners awaiting for their judgment. Their blood ensuring the earth's fertility. Stacked skulls decorate the roads. Torches illuminate lonely shadows behind empty sockets. Souls searching for answers and for justice. Blood for life. Blood for a year's harvest. Death gives way for life. Life feeds death. Such is the fate of soldiers, warriors o...